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When’s the last time you had an orgasm? If you’re in the vagina owner’s club, you may well answer: way too damn long! Studies show that only 65 percent of straight women climax during sex (versus 95 percent of men). And regardless of orientation, the unfortunate truth is: For those of us with vaginas, climaxing isn’t guaranteed. No more! Are You Coming? invites everyone with a vagina to take their sex life to the next level.

At what age did I begin to question everything? Even I, Donavan Sherman, am unable to answer that question. As far back as I can recall, I saw the world not through the rose-colored glasses of others - the spectacles worn by those who see what surrounds them and are satisfied - but through vision hued by green. Life took me along a journey that didn’t sugar-coat the world; it opened my eyes to the true qualities of green - greed, illness, and envy.

I can look, but I can’t touch. As the enforcer of The Lost Boys MC, I am used to getting my hands dirty. I’ve always kept my emotions in check. It helps given the position I am in. When I was tasked with watching over our President’s sister, I was ready for it. What I wasn’t ready for, is how that beauty would pull at my heart. I’ve known Ella for years.

When the secrets of Donovan’s past sins are revealed, his and Julia’s snow globe is threatened. With both personal and business endeavors at stake, he and Julia are forced to face the threats and dangers head-on, recognizing that villains don’t always lurk in the shadows and allies come from the most unexpected of places. Who will be left standing when the final curtain falls? Will what started on a dark snowy night survive the sun’s light? Don’t miss a second of the much-anticipated conclusion to the Sin Series.

I always get what I want. Until now. The club has been infiltrated. There’s a cop who knows too much. And it’s my job as president to clean up this sh-t. I can’t afford any distractions. But when Hayley slams into my bike, she’s all I think about. Her thick curves make me want to take her for a ride. She quickly becomes the stress relief that I need. However, the closer we get, the more questions about the club she has.

I sit amongst the presidents, royalty, the captains of industry, and the wealthiest f--ks in the world. We own Spiked Roses - an exclusive, membership-only establishment in New Orleans where money or lineage is the only way in. It is for the gentlemen who own everything and never hear the word no. Sipping on whiskey, smoking cigars, and conducting multi-million dollar deals in our own personal playground of indulgence, there isn’t anything I can’t have...and that includes her. I can also have her if I want. And I want.

From best-selling author Anne Rice, writing as A.N. Roquleaure, in the traditional folktale of "Sleeping Beauty", the spell cast upon the lovely young princess and everyone in her castle can only be broken by the kiss of a prince. It is an ancient story, one that originally emerged from and still deeply disturbs the mind's unconscious. Now Anne Rice's retelling of the Beauty story probes the unspoken implications of this lush, suggestive tale by exploring its undeniable connection to sexual desire. Here the prince reawakens Beauty, not with a kiss, but with sexual initiation.

It had been years since I had seen her. Years since I last saw those eyes with pure, raw innocence. So much time had passed since I lusted after what I knew I should resist. But she was so right. And I was so wrong. To claim her as mine was breaking the rules. Boundaries should not be broken. But temptation weakens my resolve. With the pull of my dark desires...I know that I can’t hide from my sinful thoughts - and actions - forever.

I'm a collector of dolls. All kinds of dolls. So beautiful and sexy, they become my art. So perfect and flawless, my art galleries are flooded by the wealthy to gaze upon my possessions with envy. Normally I share my dolls for others to play with or watch on display. But not my special doll. No, not her. Ivy is the most precious doll of all. She's mine. All mine.

Eight years ago I was given an ultimatum. I made my choice, and I've regretted it every day since. A lot has happened to me since I walked away from Levi Beckford, but I know now just how precious life can be. There hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't thought about Levi and wondered what our life would be like if I'd chosen him. But I didn't. I broke his heart, and today I'm moving home in hopes that he'll forgive me. I want a second chance, and he needs to know that I love him more than life itself.

Mint-addicted aliens. Talking horses. Little girls in wheelchairs who get the chance to pilot starships. Odd little jade carvers who save the last great Mayan city by magic. A sexy wolf girl who saves a teddy bear boy and her clown boyfriend's heart. A famous director who cloned herself and now is dying of cancer, only she's raised her clone like a normal child. Guys at the end of the world who discover they're not the world's greatest poet, they're about as bad as it gets.

Award-winning erotica and romance writer Radclyffe explores the outer reaches of desire and the shifting gender terrain beyond butch-femme: an initiate tests her limits in a men’s leather bar, a construction worker gets a special treat during her noon break, a porn star tells…and shows…all, a femme instructs her straight girlfriends in the fine art of fellatio, and 20 more radically erotic encounters.

Regret, she's a snarky little bitch. I've tried several times to regret the events that took place on June 5, 2008, but for the life of me, I can't. I'd never regret the pain, the suffering, or the heartache because they ultimately led me to the place I am in now. And I can't regret the place I am in now. What I still can't figure out is this: How is it possible that the single worst day of my life inadvertently became the very best day? Five years ago my life was irrevocably changed. Seventeen minutes was all it took to lose my best friend, to lose the love of my life.

I'm not a good man, but I've never claimed to be. I'm the muscle for the Valetti crime family, and I fit the part with my hard, ripped abs, broad shoulders and cocky attitude. I've never wanted for anything, until I met her. A woman I can never have. She's forbidden. Just being seen together would put a target on both our backs. I can't help imagining those lush, sassy lips wrapped around the one part of me that doesn't give a damn she's off-limits.

Lennox "Nox" Demetri and Alexandria "Charli" Collins had every intention of following their agreement, but rules are made to be broken. In Cunning, they were reunited, with Nox setting down new rules for the game and Charli having no choice but to follow them. Now, once again, the game has changed. Nox and Charli's hot, sensual encounter has grown into something more, but it is threatened by secrets and regrets. Is it their love and intense sexual chemistry that's pushing them together or something darker?

There's a pig man at your window, and he's hungry. This is the world of Imago. Something has gone very wrong with this world. Changed freaks, victims of the Human Mutational Virus, roam California's streets. DisLex, the entertainment utility, monitors everyone's lives; yet few know that DisLex not only controls life, it has created it: perfect virtual constructs who can never die -- the Imagos.

One year. No future. A past that won't go away. Lennox "Nox" Demetri broke his own rule by making a deal. It may not have been directly with the devil, but that doesn't mean Satan himself isn't watching. Was it fate that brought Charli into his life and his bed? What will happen when rules are broken and secrets are revealed?

Declan McGillis can't stand rich people. But working as a deckhand on a luxury charter yacht, he also can't escape them. Declan has spent years kissing their ass and doing their bidding... whatever it takes to make his dreams come true, and nothing will get in his way of being the captain of his own yacht one day. Mackenzie Armstrong knows what people think when they look at her. She knows from the outside looking in, it seems like her family has it all and doesn't have a care in the world.

Noa was trampled and nearly killed by hundreds of horny female fans at a concert of a band she didn't even like, but Alden, the bad boy lead singer of the band, saved her from the trampling tramps. Alden is used to getting what he wants, especially women, but Noa can't stand the cocky, pelvic thrusting rock star.

What do women really want? To be sensually seduced or pressed up against the wall for a quickie? To be tantalized by a peep show or the chance to join the mile high club? Acclaimed erotica writer and editor Rachel Kramer Bussel knows: They want it all. They want to be worshiped, ordered around, sent blindly into ecstasy, and made hot in front of a mirror. They want strangers bearing ice cubes on a hot day and to be the party favor passed around among guests.